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34 reviewsMy first husband was a Projector. My middle stepdaughter is a Projector. In the
first ten years of building a Human Design coaching practice, nearly all of my
clients who wanted readings were Projectors. I owe a lot to Projectors.
Evelyn Levenson was one of my very first professional students and I don’t
think I would be where I am today with my writing and my Human Design
professional school if it wasn’t for her gentle but persistent Projector guidance
during those first few years of learning how to be a teacher and a trainer.
My first husband used to say that Projectors are like sheep dogs, but instead of
herding sheep, they’re here to herd humans. If you ask any Projector, they’ll
likely sigh and say that herding sheep might be easier than herding humans and
that being a Projector is more akin to herding cats.
Although I’ve been surrounded by Projectors, it wasn’t until I gave birth to and
had the privilege of raising one that I truly understood the power of the
Projector. My youngest child is a 5/1 Projector with all centers defined except
her Sacral. She’s a powerhouse of a human being. She catalyzes magic wherever
she goes.
I’ve watched my Projector daughter naturally grow into her Projector nature.
When she was a small child, we lived in an apartment with a balcony that
overlooked the street. The railings were high and closely spaced so I felt
comfortable letting her stand outside, with my supervision, so that she could
watch the people on the street.
By the time she could speak in full sentences, she was yelling corrections at the
people walking by on the sidewalk. “Hey,” she’d yell from the balcony, “Don’t
you know that smoking is bad for you?” or, “Why aren’t you wearing a bicycle
helmet? You’re going to fall and hurt your head!